Just smut

A noxious stench fills the air around you as you’re summoned, surrounded by corpses and a singular summoner. The circle he’s used is… good; great, even. But… the flaw is always the summoner. Their intent, their… request; their desire. So, you immediately amplify desire in your surroundings; twisting it subtly to your benefit.

The summoner’s request is… complex. More complex than expected; but well within your power. They wish to replace the mind of someone with themselves. To replace their soul. Specifically, they wish to rule the Holy Kingdom of Aelia. Of course, you could just grant their request, but… if he truly wished for that to happen, they could’ve easily gone for someone much lower down in the ranking. They shouldn’t have felt it necessary to summon you, Enyaxthel, Sovereign of the Final Seal.

But… still. If their request is thus, and their… circle is flawed, you can simply use this chance to escape into the material world. Stepping closer to him, you kneel before him in a false show of obedience. “The pact is sealed, summoner. Grant me your soul and mind and I will see to it that they end up where you wished.“

He seems overjoyed, and undoes one of the circles that defends him, as the summoner. You immediately cut off his head with a wing, drawing his soul from his body and preserving it alongside his head with magic, stored in a timeless realm. The remainder of the circle quickly collapses as the summoner’s magic wanes, and you step out. You’re in a cave of some kind; the corpses around seem to have been used as sacrifices. You pick up the book he was using for guidance. Oh, you fool. You laugh to yourself as you peruse the contents. You summoned me because you didn’t know better. This is excellent.

You burn the book in your hand, stretching out before shrinking down, taking the form of a pure white wolf. You head out of the cave, to see the surroundings. Not far from an abandoned village, one which seems to have suffered a fire. Mmm, this world will do. A conquest is something I’ve not done in ages.

The obvious first step would be to complete the ‘pact’ you made with the summoner, but… that can wait. You would see this kingdom first; maybe you might take it for yourself instead. Spreading wings from your back, going from wolf to varg, you take to the skies and spread your senses out, followed by a wave of detection magic to map out the planet. It only takes a few minutes before the results return, and you change the direction in which you fly to head for the Kingdom mentioned. This village is not far from the border, and crossing should be easy.

Holy magic and divinity has never been a weakness of yours, but nearing civilization you do take an even lesser form; a simple raven. You fly through the sky, eyeing the land below as you head for the capital of the Kingdom, moving at speeds unfit for such a bird, but nobody would notice you anyway. Based on the summoner’s knowledge, innate magic usage is rare, but everyone can use it if they work hard enough.

The leader of the Kingdom is the queen; Saintess Olivia Starryn, named after the Starflowers of old. Famed for their pale white beauty, and due to the way they grew, seeming like stars in the night sky when spread across a plain, reflecting the moonlight. She is who this summoner wished to occupy… Strange. I would’ve expected them to wish for someone who isn’t so tied down. You know the rules about Saintesses here; and… wanting to be one means tying themselves down to a deity and the church.

A shame. Seems his wish must go to waste. You circle the walls of the capital, before flying in. The divinity is much stronger here, but you barely react to its presence. It’s unpleasant, but… something you must deal with.

A - Take what you desire by force, crushing resistance

B - Take over the Saintess’ body and corrupt the religion

C - Seduce and corrupt the Saintess, becoming a ruler in the shadows

With your choice made, you start circling towards the castle, intent on landing upon a window to gaze inside. Perhaps even to make your way inside. There are… many ways to approach the Saintess, but the easiest would probably be to simply sneak in. Another is to present yourself as a powerful figure seeking an audience, but… that might be a bit more difficult.

By chance, you pick out the window to a bedroom; a guest bedroom, though. Nobody’s inside, either, yet it’s pristine. No doubt it’s maintained with magic. The divinity’s gotten stronger, but it’s not bothering you much more than it was before. Idly, you hop from window to window, scouting out the place. Pretending to be a curious bird.

You don’t go unnoticed for too long, as a maid spots you out. They don’t seem too surprised though, and even offer you some seeds as food. Mmm… You look at them quizzically from the window. Then glide down, and peck at the seeds a little, before flying off again. Figuring out a way in is going to be difficult, but you’re confident you’ll figure something out. If you want to become a shadow ruler, you need to… sneak in. So it’s probably best you wait for nightfall, which means you need to find a place to watch from.

A tree nearby provides a suitable place, so you nestle into the branches and keep watch over the castle. The shadows speak to you during this time, letting you know of what’s going on inside, and around the castle. Snippets of conversations as if they were echoes in a cave, or distant whispers of wind. Enough for you to glean information; where the Saintess’ room is, when she’s likely to be there, and how you can get in.

Outright seduction isn’t likely to work on a woman such as her, meaning you need to weave magic into the mix. The Allure inherent to Demons is commonly attributed to a simple ‘charm’ spell, or spells of that family. But it’s much, much more intricate than that. Bringing one’s mind and soul to crave another is difficult, and making it natural? Several lifespans were spent figuring out the intricacies of true allure. Making yourself into another’s soulmate is an art form you have personally mastered.

You wait for nightfall, the shadows creeping longer and more conversational as the sun falls past the horizon. Magical lamps light themselves in a few areas; indoors, but also in the gardens, and along paths. You fly to the Saintess’ window, gazing in with a tilted head. Her curtains are drawn closed, but there’s a small enough gap to still see inside. A small suggestion you slipped into the mind of a maid cleaning her room earlier. To leave a minute gap, one that would go unnoticed.

It’s here you bide your time. The shadows inform you that she’s approaching from the dining room, but when she enters her study instead… you know you have to wait a bit longer. It seems she’s doing some final administrative tasks… a workaholic. You’ll have to adjust that a little. Can’t have your possession damage themselves too greatly.

When she finally arrives at her room, you get to witness her personally. Golden hair, almost shining in the light of her room. Rosy skin, and green eyes; faint freckles visible on her face, drifting to either side of her nose. She wears very little makeup; just enough to accent herself, but doesn’t hide the birthmarks or minor discolorations and blemishes.

She will make for a fine toy. You think to yourself, waiting for her to change into her nightclothes; a simple gown, underneath which she’s naked. I would think a Saintess to be more… conservative, but alas. You smirk internally, watching her choose to avoid the gown for the night. Perhaps simply because she’ll feel most comfortable without it. She seems… tired, but you can sense desire from her. A desire to please, to serve her people. A desire to do good by others even at her own expense. She’s… truly too good to be a ruler, in your opinion.

What form do you approach her in?

A - A woman

B - A man

C - Your true form

You slip through the window as if it weren’t present, landing silently on the ground. She doesn’t notice as you transform in her very room, taking the shape of a woman around her age except… different. Hair as black as night, with grey eyes; a more domineering appearance and physique. You approach her bed, a silky dress draping itself over your pale skin. As she’s sleeping on her side, you can approach her back, lean down, and whisper softly to her, all the while amplifying her own desires.

A - “Will you serve me, Saintess?~”

B - “Stay quiet for your mistress~”

C - “Don’t you look cute in bed?~”

“Don’t you look cute in bed?~” You whisper softly into her ear, before giving it a loving nibble.

Her reaction is as expected, flustered surprise. A cute blush across her face, trying to scamper away from you, all the while trying to keep herself covered with a blanket. Asking questions about who you are and how you got in.

“None of that matters, honey~” You climb onto the bed, on all fours, approaching her. “Because I know exactly what you’ve been missing. What you’ve wanted ever night since you were old enough to know what it was yourself.” You purr, smirking at her. “So… why don’t you just give in and let me be selfish?~” Of course, your words are laced with Allure, and her reaction is as physical as it is mental.

“W-wh…” She stutters, confusion apparent in her tired eyes, though the adrenaline is fixing that last part. Her blush grows, and she looks away out of embarrassment. “I-I… don’t know what you mean…” She lies to you; a very… weak lie, at that.

“Oh, dear~” You reach out, caressing along her jawline before grabbing her chin and turning her head to face you. She shivers at your gentle touch, blush only deepening. “You know exactly what I mean. So… just let it happen~” Not giving her a chance to answer, you approach even closer and kiss her on the lips, hands wrapping around her torso and pulling her in. Your nails tease and rake lightly across her skin, just enough to feel different, but to cause no harm.

Her own hands kinda fall limp from holding up the blanket, but it’s still sandwiched between your chests. She shudders and gasps sharply from the kiss, but she melts into your grasp. Those that are… repressed are usually the easiest targets, after all. When you break the kiss, the eyes that look back into yours are filled with desire, half-lidded not from tiredness but from the overwhelming need blanketing her mind.

You smirk. “Mmm, you even taste good~” You comment, pulling her down onto the bed, both on your sides. One of your hands moves from her back to discard the blanket separating you both, before pressing against her chest, below her breasts. “Tell me what you want… and I’ll make it come true. Speak with your heart, and it shall happen.” You tell her, smiling warmly while meeting her gaze.

Her words are quieter, but… much more firm now. “I… want you.” She responds, though fogged by need, her words are clear.

“And me you shall have… in due time~” Your own dress is a hindrance now, and so you get rid of it just as easily as you made it. Pressing your breasts against hers, slipping a leg between hers and pressing your thigh against her wet folds, you slowly trace the hand against her chest back up, through her cleavage and to her neck. Your other hand rubs down her spine. “But first… you’ll know what having me entails. If you still want me, you can have me~” You poor thing… you must have suffered for a long time. You think to yourself.

You grind her folds against your thigh, continuing to tease her spine as she moans softly and rather girlishly from your acts. A sound that’s as sweet to your ears as honey to your tongue. You lean in and kiss her chin, then neck, down to her collarbone, and breasts. Your leg remains between hers, but you have to move the rest of you to get access to her chest. When your lips seal around one of her nipples, and your teeth lightly graze it before you lick across it, she lets out another moan. The desire you sense from her is making you hungry as well; someone so… distanced from lust makes for an incredibly arousing meal.

She starts to grind herself into your thigh pretty soon after, realizing it brings her pleasure. “N-nh~” She moans, pressing into you more. “D-don’t stop, p-please~”

“I haven’t even started~” You lift your head from her chest. “Are you really that… nevermind~” You giggle and lean back in, gently biting at a nipple while fondling her other breast, experimenting. Figuring out what the Saintess is weak to, and exploiting it.Soon, your thigh leaves her folds, replaced by a hand. A finger slips in, and she tenses around you; so tight, so easily aroused and played with.

But you continue to play with her, to tease and slowly build up her arousal, so that when the time comes, she’ll plead for you to let her come. Beg you for release, for your control; sexual or otherwise.

It takes a few minutes, during which you toy with her breasts, kiss her a few more times, and get to two fingers within her. But you can sense it; an orgasm just moments away, so you cease. Pulling your fingers out, and pressing your hand firmly on her hip; lifting your head away from her chest, to stare into her eyes. “Give yourself to me… and you shall get what you really desire. And you shall have me as well, if you so wish~” You tell her.

Her eyes are duller now; her mind too horny and built up to realize what exactly she’s even doing. Her pleas are breathy, full of need and desperation. “N-nh, please~” She forces a moan. “P-please, take me i-if you desire, I-I j–”

You don’t let her finish her words, as you slip your fingers back into her vagina as well as thumbing her clit, pleasuring her intensely for the couple of seconds it takes to push her over the edge.

A loud, almost painful-to-the-ears moan fills the room, blocked from reaching further by your wards. She tenses and writhes from your touch, the way her inner walls move almost pulling your fingers deeper. You smirk, feeling her soul cave a little; relenting from the pressure just as her mind did, and letting you in. Letting you assert yourself upon her, entangling your control deep within her existence itself.

You don’t stop, either. Simply once won’t be enough, and you haven’t had a chance to orgasm either. So… you decide to change things up instead. You roll her onto her back, climbing on top of her. “This time, you’ll pleasure me, too.” You don’t let her respond, instead pressing your dripping folds against her mouth, and letting her figure out the rest. At the same time, you lean down and lick your own fingers clean after pulling them out, shivering from the pure and untainted taste of her soul and body. As she licks across your folds, you can’t help but shiver lightly, returning the favor across hers. Lapping up the fluids with your prehensile tongue, you lick in before she even has a chance to start learning how to please a woman.

You take your time with her, letting her learn while building up her next orgasm. Tasting her fluids and absorbing minuscule fragments of her soul, ones that would replenish by morning even if you kept fucking her the entire time. Such a delight is one that no other demon would be able to possess so easily. Those you serve would find it difficult to even approach Saintess Olivia. But you… knew what to do. You lick deeper, exploring her tight slit while she finally licks in as well. Tensing yourself around her tongue, you use your hands to caress her thighs affectionately. My… cute little toy~ You giggle internally.

Continued affection brings her to a second orgasm, building towards your own at the same time. She seems to cherish your fluids, swallowing them eagerly, which only brings you further into her desires. Nothing’s special about them either; your girlcum’s just girlcum, mixed with your own flavors. Hers is holy, though; there’s magic nestled in it, and drinking holy water isn’t exactly a good idea… for others. You don’t care, though; it’s sexy either way. You come a few moments later, as she nears her third of the night. Yours is a lot more controlled than hers; pressing your slit to her lips while moaning against her folds and tensing up. It doesn’t stop your tongue, thankfully.

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